Chapter 324: The honest child is kind-hearted and strong
Xu Yu pulled Sang Zhixia to a secluded corner and sat down. He opened the box and saw the beautiful Chinese character "Yu" on the pen. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and smile.
"For me?"
Sang Zhixia teased him with a curled lip: "If you don't want it, give it to Xu Mingyang?"
Xu Yu grabbed the brush and twirled it around in his hand, sneering, "I wouldn't feel this much resentment if you gave it to Xu Mingxu, but giving it to Xu Mingyang would be a waste of such a good thing."
"With Xu Mingyang's pile of crap poetry and books, how could he possibly use something this good?"
"You're almost there."
Sang Zhixia suppressed her laughter and twisted Xu Yu's arm, whispering a warning: "Xu Mingyang is a powerful man in the village who commands the support of hundreds of people. If you say too much and irritate him, I won't be able to stop him if he brings his minions to ambush you one day."
Xu Yu is a ruthless person who ignores the age gap and crushes others in all aspects.
The younger ones in the family, except for being a little gentler like an older brother to Xu Yanran and Xu Jinxi, were indiscriminately sarcastic to their younger brothers, headed by Xu Minghui and including Xu Mingxu.
Seeing that the younger ones are growing bigger day by day, if Xu Yu continues to be so unscrupulous, he might really step into the big hole dug by his younger brothers on his way home one day.
Xu Yu snorted nonchalantly and said lightly, "They're still too young to confront me. Even if they grow up a few years, they won't be anything to be afraid of."
Sang Zhixia had a teasing look on her face. Seeing Xu Yu carefully and gently put the brush back into the box, she said with a smile, "It's not a good one. There's no need to be so careful."
"It's just that the people who were chosen to do this aren't very skilled yet, so they can't do it quickly. So far, they've only got a few complete sets, and they're not considering selling them for the time being."
The number of pig bristles is sufficient at the moment, but unfortunately due to limited manpower, not many things can be made.
Sang Zhixia selected the finished products, stamped the complete sets and took them home to play with her children. She also made the unstamped ones and took them out to distribute to some children on the farm who could not go to the village school, as a novelty to entertain the children.
Xu Yu found out that he was being coaxed like a child and laughed hoarsely: "Zhizhi, I'm actually past the age where I need to be coaxed."
Sang Zhixia tapped her aching legs and squinted at Xu Yu: "Then I won't save it for you next time. You're older now anyway."
"How can that be possible?"
Xu Yu changed his serious attitude of saying that he didn't need to be coaxed a second ago, and said confidently: "If I don't have it, then no one else can have it."
"Are you still going to tell me?"
"No."
Facing Xu Yu's serious expression, Sang Zhixia's stern face suddenly became a little embarrassed.
Xu Yu took her hand and squeezed it with his fingertips, laughing softly, "You haven't come home for a day, and you left your treasure here for me?"
"Wake up, there's nothing wrong with that."
Sang Zhixia poked Xu Yu's forehead away, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. With unspeakable confusion, she said, "Xu Minghui came to me to ask how to ensure the survival of the transplanted tea trees. He also said that if they didn't survive, Chen Jing'an might chop him down with a knife."
"Why did Chen Jing'an chop him?"
Xu Yu pretended to be confused, even though he knew what was going on. He feigned surprise and said, "Really?"
"Did he really say that?"
"What else do you think?"
Sang Zhixia couldn't figure out the connection between the two and asked suspiciously, "Weren't they on good terms? When did things deteriorate to the point where they'd even pick up a knife?"
Is there any secret that is unknown to the public?
Chen Jing'an seems to be smiling all day long, is he so irritable in private?
Xu Yu didn't care at all about Xu Minghui's life or death. He grabbed Sang Zhixia's fingers and fiddled with them, saying absentmindedly, "Who knows?"
"It's not me who wants Chen Jing'an to kill someone."
After Xu Yu finished speaking, he stood up, holding the brush box in one hand and extending the other hand towards Sang Zhixia: "Don't think about them, love them to death."
"Let's go home."
Xu Yu took the completely unaware Sang Zhixia home for dinner, and after dinner he took Sang Zhixia back to the North Courtyard.
Hezhongxiang is about to open, and Sang Zhixia will rush to the city to take charge early tomorrow morning.
The few little ones in the house who liked to make noise had been warned by Xu Yu in advance, and no one dared to bother Sang Zhixia to play. After Sang Zhixia returned to the north yard, he took out the new gift he had received today, and started chirping with his head touching each other.
Xu Minghui arrived home before dinner. He sighed deeply after finishing his meal, picked up a lantern with a new candle and made a gesture to leave.
Xu Yanran, who was fascinated by her new brush, saw this and asked curiously, "Brother, it's already so dark, are you still going out?"
Xu Minghui forced a smile and said, "I'll go to the farm and take a look."
"What's there to see on the farm at this hour of night?"
Xu Mingyang stared at the little sun on the pen and grinned foolishly, completely unaware that he was stabbing Xu Minghui in the heart: "The pigs on the farm are all asleep now, and the eggs can't be picked up until tomorrow. If you go into the chicken coop now, you won't even be able to touch the warm chicken shit."
Xu Minghui was already in a bad mood.
When I suddenly heard Xu Mingyang's inconsiderate words, I immediately felt depressed.
Xu Minghui slowly turned his head and looked calmly at the silly Xu Mingyang, and said word by word, "Xu Mingyang, you are ten years old."
Xu Mingyang puffed out his chest with the pride of a little man, raised his little chin and nodded proudly: "Yes!"
"Ten years old."
Xu Minghui murmured, "People your age in the village are already working in the fields planting rice, holding hands with their younger siblings. You're not a kid anymore."
Xu Mingyang was completely unaware of the crisis and was still immersed in the joy of growing up.
Xu Minghui looked at his bared teeth and suddenly smiled: "Take your little lantern, I'll take you to do some adult business."
Xu Mingyang didn't expect that such a good thing would happen to him. He was overjoyed and didn't have time to think about it. He stood up suddenly and was about to follow Xu Minghui.
The remaining three children looked at Xu Mingyang in confusion as he followed him out the door. Xu Mingxu subconsciously looked at the old man playing chess by candlelight and said hesitantly, "Grandfather, isn't Third Brother too honest?"
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that something was wrong with the situation just now, but Xu Mingyang didn't notice it at all.
Can this be fooled?
The old man slowly flipped through the chess book in his hand and sighed, "An honest child also has his advantages."
"Honest children are kind-hearted and strong."
If everyone were a cunning little rascal, where would they find so much fun on a daily basis?
Xu Mingxu pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "Grandfather, you are right."
The old man suppressed his laughter and said nothing more. When the time was almost up, he sent the three little ones who were still holding on to their pens back to the house to rest.
The next day, at dawn, Xu Yu got up early and went out to the car.
Xu Mingyang, who had been on the farm all night, walked cautiously, his hands tugging at his clothes. When he saw Xu Yu, he excitedly called out, "Brother!"
Xu Yu didn't know what happened last night, but his eyes swept over Xu Mingyang and Xu Minghui, who was a few steps behind, and a look of amusement gradually appeared in his eyes.
"Hey, you're up so early today?"
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